The test.
Is it over? Did I pass?
Or is it just the calm before the storm?
Rattled. Shaken and Stirred.
Lost beyond any measures.
How long will it last?
However,
Is that light I see at the end of the tunnel?
Am I found? I don’t know.
~ For 3ww.
It’s hazardous.
It brings back all the pain.
Instead of taking them away.
But I still take a sip.
It all starts with a glass of vodka.
Everyone else seems so happy.
And here I am,
All alone and lonely.
With nothing to show for my existence.
With no one to call mine.
I whine. I complain.
I should do something.
But I don’t.
I have many excuses.
I am afraid.
I am a loser.
Another sip. Another shot.
Another stab. Another cut.
It shouldn’t hurt this much.
But it does anyway.
Lovelorn, suffocating.
The only thing that keeps going is hope.
Hope for a good life, a better life.
I yearn for that one true love,
And true love’s kiss.
Which will wake me and take me
To a land far far away.
Where we will live happily ever-after.
Maybe I am delusional.
Maybe it’s all a stupid dream.
But I protect them fiercely,
like endangered species.
Then I carry on.
Plastering a smile on my face.
Like there’s nothing wrong.
And continue drinking.
~For 3WW.
I do not feel the love. I do not feel the pain.
I do not feel the loss. I do not feel the gain.
I do not feel the day. I do not feel the night.
I do not feel the shade. I do not feel the light.
Everything is tangled, everything is a climb.
This is just a pretty poem which rhymes a couple time.
~ For 3WW
“Halt!”, said the man.
I couldn’t enter.
I tried to reason.
He differed.
I am getting used to this.
Maybe things will be different,
Different in the future.
For now, I just imagine
Living, loving and being loved.
~ For 3WW.
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